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Aeon stirred sleepily and rolled over to their other side, trying to find some solace from the bright daggers of sunlight peeking in through the window near their bed. The hyena-fox smacked their lips, swallowed, shifted to tug the blanket a little further up their shoulder, then let that paw drift back down across their chest... and felt a warm, soft yet firm, _heavy_mass there against themselves.

A pair of masses, actually, coated in the same thick, soft fur as the rest of their body, and tingling softly at their touch. Confused, still halfway asleep, they moved their paw from one to the other and then back again, squeezing the rounded heft in their fingers, giving it a little bounce and jiggle, and then moving on down, finding the little nub of their nipple, giving that a slight tweak and tug and pull - and shocking awake with the shiver of sensation that doing so sent through them.

Eyes wide open now, legs splayed, tail stirring beneath the blankets, the hyena-fox jerked upright and looked down once the blankets fell away from their body. There was the same field of whitish fur like snow cast under a thin shadow, only their normally flat, smooth chest now pumped out into two rather sizeable breasts. Again and again they poked and prodded at them, each touch rippling out through their system, whole and organic and definitely part of them; one paw remained along the front and slightly underneath, feeling the weight and warmth and presence, while the other continued down their belly.

Everything else seemed mostly the same but still slightly, subtly different. The lines of their musculature beneath the skin, the angle and pitch of their hip bones, their waist, their ribs; the width of their shoulders, the sides of their muzzle, the shapes of their legs beneath the covers, and... and Aeon froze where they sat, both paws falling away from their body. Their heart leapt into their throat and caught there, and then in another second they threw the sheets back and stumbled across the room towards the bathroom, where they slapped a paw against the switch, flashed on the light, and-

And saw in the mirror what was themselves, if they had woken up with their body all the way on the opposite side of the spectrum in terms of equipment. Sleek, angular shoulders, the broad chest and heavy breasts, the sides arcing in to a prim, slight waist, with hips then swelling back out, and... curious, tentative, they spread their legs, squatted down a little, pressed in at their belly with one paw and then slid the other up in between their thighs, so close to touching the soft flesh and silken lips there.

That was new. That was very new. Upon going to bed last night there had been the usual sheath and sack there, only to then inexplicably shift back this way by morning... Aeon swallowed, took in a breath, then finally let their fingers slip up against themselves, and immediately shivered, sighed, and swayed where they stood. Those fingers came away slightly slick, shimmering with natural wetness thick enough for a few strands to hang down between them when the hyena-fox spread them; they brought their paw to their muzzle, looked at it, sniffed gently, took a taste.

Everything was still doubtless Aeon, but just like the body, shifted and altered in slight, subtle ways past the obvious. The scent was a little different, the taste even more so: they swallowed again, leaned back against the wall opposite the mirror, and halfway lifted a leg to allow easier access at themselves, fingers now pushing in between those lips, spreading themselves open, showing to the mirror the rich, succulent pink folds of flesh just inside. A little trail of their fingerpads up in between, then a circle over the small nub of flesh at the tip, enough to make them gasp and shake and thump their head against the wall; then switching to their middle and ring fingers, pushing down through that silky wetness, circling around the base, pushing up, sinking in, deeper, deeper, deeper... then reflexively clenching around their knuckles, their other fingers splayed out between their thighs.

So that was that felt like. Aeon rolled their head on their shoulders, mouth hanging open, and slid their fingers nearly all the way out, then right back in. And again and again, each time a little bit faster, a little bit harder, until they could feel their own arousal dripping down from the backs of their knuckles, and soaking through the fur there between their thighs. Their other paw came up across their sleek, smooth belly to cup one of their breasts from underneath, lifting it up, testing the weight and heft again: warm, soft like a pillow yet still with that distinct firmness and presence of flesh to it, with the nipple larger, wider, more than what they were used to. And running the pad of their thumb across it, or pressing in against the front, or pinching and rolling it gently between their fingers just sent another unique shiver through the entire experience, like telling their brain to have all of their muscles tighten up at once.

Panting softly, Aeon let their leg drop back down and then leaned back, now moving both paws down. Slowly they slid down to the floor, sucking in a gentle hiss at the sensation of cold tile against their bare rump, but very quickly the sensation of this new body overcame that. One paw kept themselves spread while the other touched and poked and prodded and explored, rubbing their clit underneath a fingerpad and then circling around it, giving it a little squeeze; the hyena-fox shivered at that feeling again, bit their lip, ran their fingers back and forth between their lips to get them good and soaked all the way through, then lifted back up into themselves again.

Their toes curled, their breath caught in their chest, and another irresistible shudder shocked through their body. Aeon swallowed, slurped their fingers right back out, and then just sat there for a moment, panting gently as the residual waves of sensation rippled back and forth through them.

Suddenly the toys over there in the top drawer of their nightstand seemed very inviting indeed.